[Havoc]It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinteSlugs that leave niggas drugged like a chick slip the MickeyI'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surfaceIf not chips to Benz is the purposeTesti CanzoniOn your team I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful hurtin'Til my eyes see the blood, that mean the creep start workinNiggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkinHave ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkinSkid marks the street, your heart skips a beatBeef? Nigga overcook that meatGet no sleep, only rest is in between the blinkMy life story was written in blood, permanent inkKiller instinct, R.I.P. 'emGotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'emPlan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'emSome love, some hate me, bitches in the head beatin 'em (So)Niggas wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)We clap motherfucker, want a real rap show?Fiends are rushin when the mack blow, dead in my castleAnd in the blink watch how quick life pass you

[Chorus - Vita] 2xWhat's wrong with motherfuckers,When will the ever learnKeep playin with that fire,And that ass is gettin burnedFuckin with semi-autos,One foot is in the graveWe givin all of y'all,Somethin to be afraid of

[Big Noyd]Lemme tell you how it's goin down, it's on nowNiggas used to love me, now they wanna hate me nowI'm that same nigga with the tech, holdin the spot downExcept I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top downBut wait, you don't think I live a pop life nowThat's hate, you could get popped right nowMe don't play, I keep a gun around my wayCuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga KayslaySex, drugs, money, and murder all dayIt's rules, guidlines, and codes, we obeyDon't even trip, IMD it's that I claimInfamous Mobb Deep nigga, ready to bangNigga don't think shit stink, then shit hit the fansSo I don't slip, I'ma shit with my gun in my handIt's a thug thing y'all niggas wouldn't understand andY'all keep guns we keep our shit bangin

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[Prodigy]You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill'tAll they had was your picture at the funeralNo casket, you bas-tards be missinMy jewels, my whip, my rims we bitchinMy guns be the heat that'll make you blisterMy mens, my Timbs'll stomp you niggasNo shit, no clip, don't FUCK with usIt's no problem, I bring it to the best of themFrom the old to the new, and the rest of themNo love, just slugs for ya body dunnJust pain, just sufferin, and worst then thatYou let me get my hands on you so I'm takin advantageAnd that shit that you pulled ain't do me no damageYou don't know me, but we bout to change that shitWrap that nigga up like a packageFuck all them nigga, buck all them faggots